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Oct 2019
Moths tumbling into your headlamp like rain
Eyes on the waterline looking for snakes
It breaks a little piece in me, thinking about you
Get that feeling of migrating rooms in the same house
Twisting up sheets in the corner of choice
Don't know what came out, rejoice, something survived
sandbar
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